wook77 | Fic: Matchmaker, Matchmaker (make them a match)

What I had been planning on posting tonight.

Title: Matchmaker, Matchmaker (make them a match)
Author:

wook77
Fandom: Star Trek: XI
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Spock/Uhura
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: ~6100
Warnings: Minor spoilers for the movie
Summary: Uhura plays matchmaker. Spock helps. Kirk and McCoy are oblivious.
A/N: For the prompt of McCoy/Kirk. Uhura as their matchmaker (with a little of help from Spock). I cannot find the link to the original request but it was at the

st_xi_kink meme. Beta'd by

why_me_why_not and

elanorofcastile. All remaining mistakes are my own. Title shamelessly stolen from Fiddler on the Roof.

It's a surprise when Jim, broken and bloody, walks in to the medbay. And by "a surprise", McCoy means that his appearance in the medbay isn't a surprise at all. What is a surprise is that he's upright and walking instead of getting his ass dragged in, half-alive.

"Dammit, Jim, what was it this time? Hostile negotiations? Piss off the local royalty when you tried to sleep with their daughters?"

"I love you, too, Bones," Jim says as he hitches a hip against a bed. "Just stab me, you masochistic bastard and let me get some sleep."

"It's sadistic," Bones says and then stabs Jim in the neck with the hypospray. When Jim starts to sink, Bones catches him and carries him to the cot that's much more comfortable than the actual medbay beds. He strips Jim efficiently, taking off his shirt and trousers. After heading into the office to pick up the supplies, he comes back and touches Jim's chest, muttering to himself. "Stop trying to get yourself killed. I'm tired of patching you up, you masochistic bastard. See? That's masochism, you ignorant fool."

He's loud enough that he doesn't hear the communication board light up; he's too focused on the cuts and bruises all over Jim's body to see it. Instead, he continues bathing him, soft, gentle touches that are far too intimate to be medical. He keeps muttering to himself, "I don't know what I see in you. I really don't. You sleep around too much, you're too blind to notice anything important and you're impetuous and reckless."

He sighs and then shifts Jim on the bed (onto his right side because Jim has always slept on his right), covering him with a blanket and then tucking it in around him. Once that's done, he rests the back of his hand on Jim's cheek, brushing down the side of his face lightly, and whispers, "Stop doing this to me. You're killing me."

He turns and heads back to his desk, not seeing that the communication board is still lit.

~*~

"Lieutenant," Spock speaks clearly, giving Uhura enough time to react to his presence before he steps in closer than regulations suggest, aligning his chest along her back. "How is the captain?"

"I…" she stumbles over the words. Does she tell Spock or not? She decides to be as honest as possible but not give away what she's just heard and seen. "He's in the medbay under Doctor McCoy's care."

"And his status?"

"Full recovery expected," she says and it isn't a lie. Jim Kirk always recovers.

"Something is amiss?"

"Nothing I can't handle," she says, deciding to keep it a secret. If McCoy doesn't want anyone to know, then it's not her place to tell.

"If you require assistance," his voice trails off and she nods. "Thank you, Lieutenant."

"Of course, sir," she says and then reaches and gives his hand a quick, surreptitious squeeze.

~*~

The away team materializes on the platform and McCoy immediately starts working on everyone but Jim. Jim glares at him, watching as he tends to Spock, Sulu and Uhura, taking their vitals and checking them for any sort of infection. Feeling left out (yes, he should be rewarded for not coming back battered and bruised, thanks), he tries his best to patiently wait for his turn.

Which never materializes. McCoy clears them all to return to duty and then starts to exit the transporter room. Kirk starts to say something but Uhura beats him to it. "Sir? You did not check the captain."

"He's in one piece, you traveled in a group, he's fine," McCoy snarls and then leaves. Completely baffled at the reaction, Kirk watches him go. Dammit, when he's hurt is the only time that he gets McCoy's hands on him, gentle and exploring. He'd been looking forward to at least a hand on his neck, lightly squeezing as their faces hover close. If he can't have Bones under him (in him, around him, above him), he'll take what he can get.

"Sir? You really should have a full exam," Uhura says as the crew starts to return to their duty stations.

"You're right. Spock, you've got the conn," he says and makes his way out of the transporter room and to the medbay.

When he enters the medbay, Nurse Chapel gestures towards the office in the back and Jim nods his thanks. He hopes that his attraction doesn't show because if Chapel has picked up on it, Spock is already on it. And if Spock's on it, Uhura will be too. Shaking his head, he clears thoughts of his stupid, ill-planned and completely illogical fascination out of his head.

"You got a problem with me?" Jim says as he saunters into Bones's office, flinging himself into the available chair and sitting so that one leg swings over the arm.

"You're an arrogant S.O.B., aren't you?" Bones says, not looking up from his padd.

"You checked out everyone but me, I'd say that's – "

"Proof that I know how to do my job? That perhaps I might know the likelihood of infectious contagions and that I might, just perhaps, know exactly when and where to treat you considering the number of times you have sought treatment from me in the past?" Bones sounds extremely pissed, more pissed off than Jim has ever heard him.

"I'd say that you're avoiding me."

"Does your ego know no bounds?"

"Maybe I was infected with some sort of contagion that doesn't transmit to the others. I did go off alone."

"Dammit, Jim, I read the reports. I saw the interactions. You were with Spock the entire time. If he's not infected – "

"I could be."

"Fine, you want a check-up? Fine," Bones says as he sneers. Motions sharp and angry, he stands up, tosses his padd on the table and then grabs Jim's arm and pulls him into the medbay. He gestures Chapel and the rest out of the room. After grabbing a hypospray, he turns, jabs it into Jim's neck and then pushes him back on to the bed.

This isn't at all what Jim wants. He reaches a hand and holds on to Bones's, squeezing it slightly before tugging it away from his body. Their hands are still entwined as he whispers, "Not so rough."

"I don't have time for you," Bones says, tone still angry. "So let's just get this done and over with so you can go back to playing Captain and I can actually work."

"I don't play at being the captain." His words are soft as he lets go of Bones's hand. He wants to lean in and snarl at Bones, maybe shove him backwards or hit him or all of it, but he's hurt, instead.

"You're right, you don't even do that," Bones snaps.

"What's got into you, Bones?"

"Nothing other than getting annoyed at having you in my medbay constantly. Can you keep yourself from getting injured for even one mission?"

"I did." Bones snorts and Jim smacks him on the arm. "This one!"

"One mission out of how many? I'm tired of patching you up."

"You ever think that maybe I'm tired of getting patched up?"

"No, Jim, I don't think that. I think you like the attention that every little bruise brings you from the female members of the crew. I think you enjoy the way that they fawn over you and wait on you."

"You're jealous," he says. He watches Bones and is shocked at what he sees flit across that expressive face. Bones really is jealous. But of what? Is he jealous because Jim's getting attention that he wants or is that Jim's getting attention from someone else instead of Bones?

Jim wants to go back to the uncomplicated dynamics between them, the one that existed back when they first met, before Jim roomed with Bones and saw him, mostly naked, on a daily basis.

"I'm not," Bones finally says.

"Come on, I'm sure Chapel will fetch you a drink if you ask her nicely. You do know what nice is, right?"

"I don't want Chapel to fetch me a drink! I work with her, for god's sake!"

"Then who is it?"

"It's no one, Jim, you're imagining things that aren't there. Now if you're done showing off, I need to finish reviewing a few files."

Jim nods, punches McCoy on the arm and then saunters out of the medbay, barely resisting turning around at the door. If he had, he would've seen the hunger on McCoy's face as he watches Jim walk away.

~*~

"Is there a reason you keep sending the Captain to the medbay?" Spock asks as soon as they're alone in the lift together.

"I'm concerned about his health."

"And the reason you keep summoning Doctor McCoy to the Bridge?"

"Ensign Chekov looked ill."

"So it has nothing to do with the facilitating their acknowledgement of their mutual attraction?"

"You know about that?" Uhura looks shocked.

"Crew relations fall within the scope of my primary duties. Emotional entanglements between crew members add variables that must be taken into account and planned around for maximum efficiency and gain in any mission." He pauses, cocks his head and then adds, "I believe the colloquialism is that it is obvious that they are sniffing around one another like two dogs in heat."

"They are, aren't they?" She laughs and cups his face, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and then stepping back before the doors open.

"I have a few recommended plans of action, should you wish my assistance."

"Thank you, Commander."

~*~

"Thank you, Doc," Scotty says and then slaps McCoy on the back. "Always a pleasure to speak with you."

"Right," McCoy says as he walks away, shaking his head at the random questions. Why Scotty had been concerned over space measles, he hadn't a clue. There hadn't been a flare up of them in years and every inhabitant on the ship is inoculated against them.

"Top o' the morning to ya," one of the crew members says as he walks past, snickering. Obviously someone had just got off shift and had already chosen to start imbibing. They'd better be lucky that Spock and Jim are on the Bridge instead of seeing them walking around the ship drunk.

"Kissing the Blarney Stone?" another crew member says as they pass.

"Didn't know you had the luck of the Irish," another one says.

"Don't touch me lucky charms!" another one shouts in a horrendous Irish accent.

By the time the fifth asshole passes, McCoy is barely resisting the urge to run to the medbay and find out just what the hell is going on.

"Didn't know you were Irish," Jim says as he walks up and slaps Bones's back.

"Dammit, Jim, what the hell is going on with your crew?" Bones slams through the doors to the medbay.

"This," Jim says and then kisses Bones on the cheek. Bones freezes at the contact, stilling himself completely. When he doesn't respond, he sees the confusion cross Jim's face before he explains, "You've got a 'kiss me, I'm Irish' sign on your back."

"What the hell?" He fumbles to pull it off his back until Jim pushes his arms down to his sides and then reaches around, chests coming in line, to tug the sign off his back. He doesn't step back as he waves the sign off to the side.

"If you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked," Jim says with a wink.

"Scotty."

"Why would you ask Scotty for a kiss? He the one you're all jealous over?" Jim stays where he is and, damning himself, Bones doesn't move either.

"I don't want Scotty to give me a damned kiss!" Bones throws up his hands, narrowly avoiding hitting Jim before turning to storm across the medbay and then march back and grab the sign. "He's the one that put this on my back. I just thought he was being friendly. That asshole."

"So you don't want a kiss?" Jim asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"Of course I don't want Scotty to kiss me! You don't know where his lips have been or what disease he's carrying. The man eats animal intestines, for god's sake!"

"I wasn't talking about Scotty."

Bones immediately sobers, wondering just what it is Jim is asking. Is he asking in general? Sure, he wants a kiss. He's a doctor, not dead. But with Jim, there's always something relating to himself, so he's probably asking about the kiss to the cheek.

"Of course, Jim, I've wanted you to kiss my cheek for ages. I lived by hope alone for it. It was more important to me than the air I breathe. That's what I was talking to Scotty about, the possibility that we could replace the air in the Enterprise with kisses from you. Lord knows I'd explode in glee were you to ever touch your hallowed lips to my own."

Instead of laughing, Jim looks hurt and Bones wonders what part of his sarcasm had done it. He sounds like his normal self, though, when he says, "Everyone lives for my kisses, Bones. You're missing out."

"Of course I am," he responds and he means it.

Jim goes serious again before handing over the sign. "Never know when you might want to take me up on the offer."

Bones takes the sign and nods. "Sure thing."

Jim grins, kisses him once more on the cheek and then says, "Your skin tastes good."

He turns on his heel, walking out the door before Bones can say a word in response. Bones is left standing there, holding a silly sign with his hand pressed against his cheek.

~*~

"We obviously need to take matters into our own hands. Unfortunately Mister Scott failed in his endeavor," Spock says as Uhura and he share dinner.

"We lock them both in a room naked?"

"The probability of that working is far too small."

"Then what do we do?" she asks.

"Implement another plan."

~*~

"Yes, Doctor," Uhura says from her console. "I understand but the transmission isn't going through. No, I'm certain that the communication channels are fine. I understand, sir, but the query won't go through."

As Jim listens to the one-sided conversation, he can hear the frustration growing in Uhura's voice. Obviously McCoy is getting agitated with her and she's about to snap back at him. He gets up from the captain's chair and makes his way over to her station.

"That was completely uncalled for. Perhaps if you try later, you'll have better luck." Uhura severs the connection.

"What was that about?"

"Doctor McCoy was attempting to reach his daughter on Earth. However, the transmission wouldn't go through."

"Oh shit, it's her birthday today. He promised."

"I understand and I will attempt to send it again but until then, a modicum of civility would be appreciated."

"I'll get him to apologize."

"I'm certain she will understand if he is late."

Jim isn't so certain, not with Bones's ex-wife right there to reinforce the idea that Bones doesn't give a damn about her, that he's far away from her because he doesn't love her, that he's incapable of love. She had tried, way back in their Academy years, to convince Joanna that Bones had forgotten about her. Jim can't remember the number of times that Joanna had acted so shocked to see Bones on the other end of the transmitter and those had been for random calls. The birthday ones and all the other major ones had garnered even more reaction. Now that Bones would be away for five years, it's even more important to have Bones get through to her.

"Keep trying, please," Jim says and then turns to Spock. "Spock, you've got the conn."

"Of course, Captain."

Jim quickly makes his way to the medbay. Bones is nowhere around so he heads to Bones's quarters. He's almost running because he knows how Bones has reacted in the past to any sort of setback to his limited time with his daughter.

"Open up," Jim says as he knocks on the door. There's no response so he knocks louder. He knocks even harder and still no response. Finally, he keys in his override and the door slides open.

"If I had wanted company, I would have opened the damned door," Bones says as he reclines in a chair with his feet kicked up on the desk and a glass of bourbon in his hand.

"Bullshit," Jim says and then swipes the glass of bourbon from Bones's hand.

"That's my drink. Get your own if you're going to insist on staying."

"I'd rather share with you." Jim fills the glass and takes another sip before handing it back to Bones.

"Asshole," Bones mutters and drinks. They continue to drink in silence. It's not comfortable but it's not uncomfortable, either. It's just silent as Jim waits for Bones to say whatever is on his mind. After a few more glasses, he finally says, "I bet the ex-wife is having a field day with this."

"It'll get to her. Uhura'll come through." Jim shifts so that he can put his hand on top of Bones, stilling him as he goes to pour another drink. He shifts so that their fingers entwine and he gives Bones's hand a squeeze.

Jim isn't expecting the violent reaction that he gets. Bones rears back, flipping his chair over and landing, twisted awkwardly, on the ground.

"The hell?" Jim says as he shifts so he can try to help Bones sit up. Bones shoves away again, flinching as his hands make contact with Jim. Doing the only thing any sane and reasonable person would, Jim sits on Bones.

"Get off!" Bones pushes at his chest and Jim catches his hands before pinning them over his head.

"Want to tell me what brought that on?"

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Bullshit. You tell me why you freaked out when I touched your hand."

"I don't like to be touched."

"Bullshit," Jim repeats and leans in closer to emphasize his point.

In hindsight, it's not the smartest thing he's done lately. Leaning in like this reminds him that Bones is under him, lips perilously close, heart pounding, hands pinned over his head. He's trapped at Jim's mercy and Jim could do anything to him right now. He's getting hard just thinking about it. Unable to resist, he reaches a hand out and touches the pulse in Bones's neck, touch feather light as he traces it. He follows all this stupidity with the ultimate – his lips taste Bones's skin and pulse, licking at the throbbing flesh.

"What… what're you doing?" Bones doesn't sound angry. Instead, he sounds turned on and confused. And drunk. If Jim kisses him, he can blame the alcohol. It's a no-fail plan, one that Spock would be proud of, so he goes for it, lips and tongue tasting their way up Bones's neck, over his chin to meet his lips. At Bones's exhaled "aahh", Jim thrusts his tongue into Bones's mouth, licking at his teeth and lips. Bones opens up under him, kissing back so voraciously that Jim feels like Bones is consuming him, sucking everything that he can out of him. It's the hungriest he's been for someone since Linda Adams when he was thirteen.

Bones surges up, breaking Jim's hold on his hands as he brings their bodies together and embraces Jim. The angle is so much better for kissing, Jim in Bones's lap and feeling how hard Bones is between his open legs. His ankles entwine behind Bones, pulling him just a bit closer, their cocks pressed up against one another as they kiss more.

He pulls back only to tug at Bones's shirt, desperate to feel skin on skin. His own quickly follows, a seam ripping as he gets one arm caught over his head, shirt half off as Bones's mouth explores his exposed chest, nipping and sucking around his nipple and then, nipping and sucking his nipple just hard enough that Jim keens, honest-to-god keens, in pleasure at the roughness. He melts into Bones as Bones licks the sensitive flesh, soothing the bite.

He finally gets his shirt the rest of the way off and hugs Bones to him, so tight that he can't imagine letting go for anything, taking a moment to breathe and think. Are they doing this? Is this really where he wants to go with Bones? The answer is an overwhelming yes and so he sucks Bones's earlobe between his lips and nips it just as hard as Bones had bitten his nipple. It's Bones's turn to make a noise, one that's going to haunt Jim every time he jerks off from now until eternity passes.

"So fucking good, make that noise again," he pants into Bones's ear and shifts quickly to the other side, nipping the other earlobe. Bones makes that same noise and Jim can feel his cock twitching, needing to be released from the tightness of his regulation trousers. Bones sucks in the skin just under his ear, to the side of his chin and Jim knows he's going to have a mark. He can't wait to see it in the morning, proof that this has happened and it's not just a drunken dream no matter what he plans on pretending depending on what Bones plans on pretending. Or something. It all makes sense in his head.

The alarm sounds and the lights flash as the signal that the Enterprise is under attack sounds.

"Fuck, no. Whoever those fuckers are, I'm going to kill them. Kill them." Jim leans back and moans, slapping his forehead with his hand.

"Better get dressed and to the bridge." Bones pushes away from him and fumbles for his shirt.

Jim does the same, pulling on the ripped shirt. They both stand and, before Jim can react, Bones stabs him with a hypospray. He's instantly sober and he turns to touch Bones, kiss him, cup his cheek, anything to acknowledge what they'd been doing when the alarm sounded but Bones is halfway across the room at the communications board and ringing Nurse Chapel.

He doesn't know what else to do with Bones so he just leaves, running to the bridge.

~*~

"It seems that the Romulans have upset our plan."

"We couldn't have known that they would attack at the wrong moment. Did you see that hickey on the captain's neck?" Uhura grins at Spock from across the table in the lounge.

"The need to mark, almost as if they're claiming territory, is most fascinating."

"Would you want to try out an experiment?" she asks as her feet tease at his leg under the table.

"Of course. The acquisition of knowledge should never be denied," he says as he stares at her intently. She grins, gives his leg a squeeze between her feet and then laughs when he continues with, "Perhaps your previously suggested plan is the most opportune plan."

"Yeah?"

"It has to be better than the two of them snarling and snapping at one another. The discord has been allowed to continue for a month. I do not see how it could be beneficial to the crew's morale to allow this state of affairs to continue. Action is required."

"We should experiment with that course of action, as well. Test the outcome."

"Brilliant proposition," he says and then looks at his food. "Should we do that now?"

"Of course."

~*~

"Captain? Could I have a moment of your time?" Kirk excuses himself from the discussion with Sulu and wanders over to Uhura's station. "It's regarding a private matter. If I could speak with you privately?"

"Of course. Sulu, you have the conn," he says as they exit the bridge.

As soon as they're in the hallway leading towards the private quarters, Uhura stabs him in the neck with a hypospray. "What the…"

The hallway goes dark as he hears Uhura say, "Scotty? We're ready for you."

~*~

"Doctor? A moment?" Spock steps into McCoy's office in the medbay.

"Of course." McCoy stands up and comes around his desk. Before he can react, he finds himself stabbed with a hypospray and the room goes dark.

~*~

He awakes with a headache. Barely cracking his eye open, he flinches at the dim light and shuts it immediately. Another try and he lasts longer this time. The third time he tries, he sees that he's in someone's quarters. At least he's still on the ship and not jettisoned off onto some random planet or moon.

He's naked, though. That's more cause for concern. How the hell had he become naked? He'd been walking and then… nothing. Groaning, he tries to sit up and finds his left arm entangled in something stiff and metallic. Shit. He's really losing it if he isn't able to immediately realize he's tied to something. Correction. Someone.

"Jim?" he croaks out. Why the hell is he cuffed – cuffed? What the hell happened!? – to Jim, both of them naked and in a bed together?

"Urgh," Jim moans and tries to raise his right arm to his head.

"That's attached," Bones says drolly.

"Bwah?" Jim cracks an eye open.

"Cognizant as ever."

"You're naked." Jim says, looking at McCoy a little too intimately for McCoy's comfort. "Hey! You're naked!"

"Your powers of observation astound me."

"You finally put out last night? Shit, I can't believe I can't remember it. I bet it was fantastic!" Jim grins and then adds, "And stop doing your Spock impression. I can't take it when I'm naked in bed."

"That green-blooded, pointy-eared hobgoblin bastard." Bones can feel the rage sweeping through him as memory hits.

"Seriously. I don't want to think about him when I'm naked. I'd rather think about what we got up to last night. Want to remind me?" Jim says and then sits up. His hand reaches out and twists Bones's wrist funny as he touches Bones's shoulder.

"This is his fault. He stabbed me in the neck."

"Really?" Jim awkwardly explores Bones's neck, the touch causing a reaction that, considering his current lack of clothing, will be readily apparent if Jim looks in that general vicinity. Which he promptly does. "Nice."

"He drugged me, Jim. You need to address this, as the captain. Your second in command attacked a fellow officer."

"Uhura." Jim continues to play with Bones's neck.

"What?" He tries to shrug Jim off, get away from the touch before he reacts any further.

"She got me." Jim shifts so that their cuffed hands entwine, the back of Jim's hand resting against Bones's naked hip. The small intimacy turns him on almost as much as if Jim had bent down and started sucking his cock. Fuck. Now he's fully erect. Horrified, he looks over at Jim and sees him staring at his erection.

"Nice," Jim breathes out. Bones looks where he's been studiously avoiding and sees that Jim is hard, too. Talk about a nice cock, he thinks to himself.

"Thanks," Jim says, beaming. Obviously his brain to mouth filter had turned off. Another thing to blame on Spock. Damnable drugging bastard.

"I hate you," Bones says, shifting his body to turn away from Jim and hide his reaction. It's a case of too-little, too-late but he doesn't much care right now. He should've known that Jim would take the opportunity to wrap himself around Bones like a second skin, hard cock pressing into the small of his back while his chest – warm, hard, Jim - does its level best to fuse itself to Bones's back. His chin is resting on Bones's shoulder while his arms pull Bones further back, melding them together even more.

He tries for a firm tone but it comes out more breathless with the way that he can feel Jim breathing against his back, "What do you think you're doing?"

"You've been avoiding me."

"Dammit, Jim," Bones curses and tries to pull away but Jim holds him tighter.

"I want to know why."

"Because of this! All right? This. Right here." Bones is shouting but he can't bring himself to care. He goes to gesture, to encompass everything that they're doing right now, everything that he's been feeling and sends their cuffed hands flying into the air.

Jim's mouth answers him, lips pressed against his neck as he shivers under the light assault. There's no rough in this kiss, not like that drunken kiss that he's been trying to forget about for a month. This is softness that he's never thought Jim capable of.

"There's nothing wrong with this," Jim murmurs as his free hand brushes up and down Bones's chest.

"There's plenty wrong with it. Want me to detail?" His sarcastic and biting tone is back as he grabs Jim's wandering hand. Jim only entwines their fingers and continues his assault.

"For once in your life, just go for it." Jim nips at Bones's earlobe and then licks the slight mark. He nibbles his way down Bones's neck and across his collarbone to suck in the tight skin over Bones's shoulder before making his way back across the collarbone to suck at Bones's neck and then over to the other shoulder. It's distracting and Bones is forgetting what he'd been about to say because, Christ, this is exactly what he's wanted with Jim for far too long.

"The last time I did that, I ended up married."

Instead of making a comment back, Jim laughs, head pulling away from Bones as he laughs hard enough to have it echo. The vibrations of Jim's chest against his back has him arching in pleasure.

"Let me in," Jim says and then he releases Bones's hand to grasp his cock, instead. Bones shivers again, chills racing up and down his spine as Jim slowly slides his hand up and then back down.

"I'm not a quick fuck sort of person, Jim." It's said plainly, no judgment in it.

"I know," Jim whispers against his ear.

"I'm not interested in a quick fuck."

"I know," Jim says, lips against his neck this time. It's tempting to turn and take them with his own, to just go for it, just this once, to reach out and grab what he's wanted.

"Don't," he orders.

"Leonard," Jim says and that's it for Bones. His name said in that way breaks Bones's resistance. He's wanted Jim to use his name, in just that manner, for far too long. Jim has to feel the way that he leans backward, arching his neck and surrendering to the want and need because he moans, "Leonard," once more.

"Jim," he answers with a moan of his own.

He gives in to his urge, turning and taking Jim's lips with his own, tongue thrusting into Jim's open lips. The angle is awkward and he can't get as deep as he wants, as he needs. He reaches up with his free hand, gripping the back of Jim's neck, and pulling him closer.

When they pause for breath, Jim says, once more, "Let me in."

"Yes," Bones answers.

It's an awkward go of it but they finally maneuver so that they're face to face with their cuffed hands still entwined, holding on tightly, as if they're anchoring the pair of them in the midst of the want rushing through them. Bones doesn't care that it sounds melodramatic. He reaches out with his free hand and touches Jim's cock, the backs of his knuckles sliding up the side before he grasps it. Tugging at it, he can feel Jim's pulse in the vein that's throbbing under his hand.

"Too much," Jim moans as he stills Bones's hand. "Going to come if you keep doing that. Want to be in you."

"Fuck," Bones says. Just the idea of it has him getting painfully close. He releases Jim's cock and squeezes the base of his own.

"You got any lube?"

"Course," Jim says and then fumbles for the bedside table, sliding open the drawer and grabbing a bottle.

Bones lies backwards, watching as Jim squeezes some onto his hand. When Jim stares at him, he opens his legs and bends his knee, offering himself.

"Fuck, that's hot."

"You going to fuck me or stare at me all day?"

"Both?" Jim says with a cheeky grin and then slides their cuffed hands under Bones's ass and lifts him slightly while his other finger teases between his legs as it slides back towards his ass. The first finger burns as it enters; it's been too long since he's been fucked. Jim wiggles his finger for a quick moment and then thrusts the second one in. It's almost too much. If this is too much, how's it going to feel with Jim's cock?

"Relax," Jim orders, a third finger teasing at him before thrusting in. Jim fucks him with those fingers for long moments, brushing against his prostate and opening him further as he changes rhythm from slow to fast to gentle to rough to lazy. "Ready?"

"I thought you were the rush in, no forethought sort?" Bones asks, arching an eyebrow.

"You've got no idea what the hell that eyebrow does to me," Jim says as he positions his cock and then slides in slowly. Bones can feel his body spreading, giving and yielding as Jim enters him.

"You're an odd man, Jim," Bones says as he arches into Jim's thrust.

"Odd for you," he says with the cheesiest leer Bones has ever seen. When he laughs in response, Jim thrusts hard, straight into his prostate, and Bones shudders. The next thrust is gentler and the one after that even more. Another soft thrust follows and then another hard one. Jim doesn't keep a rhythm that Bones can predict or match. Instead, he lets Jim do all the work, lets Jim move him where he wants him, hand tight on his ass as he thrusts.

Bones lifts his legs, hooking them over Jim's shoulders. It's weird to have Jim holding his leg while he holds on to Jim's wrist but the cuffs on their hands doesn't let him do anything else. He sort of likes it, though he'd rather do this sort of thing willingly and when he gets a hold of that bastard and… and all thoughts of revenge and Spock leave when Jim leans down and kisses him. It changes the angle of the thrust, making it deeper. He doesn't last long, not with Jim's hand pinching his ass. He comes, untouched, as Jim thrusts deep and then freezes, absorbing the feel of Bones coming around him.

"You're fucking squeezing the life out of me," Jim mutters against his lips. "God, do I love that. Gotta make you come over and over."

"Next time, I'm in your ass, you greedy bastard," Bones says against Jim's lips.

"Deal." Jim starts thrusting again, the rhythm becoming more sporadic, less planned, as he gets closer to the edge. The sight of Jim Kirk coming is definitely one that's going to stick with Bones for a very long time, the way that his eyes turn bluer, clearer, as his muscles lock and then shudder in release. Bones tweaks Jim's nipples as he comes, adding just a bit more sensation and Jim finally collapses on top of Bones.

Jim's weight is completely welcome, as far as Bones is concerned. He's not all that heavy but they are sweaty. And still cuffed. He hasn't a clue how they're going to shower but there's no way that Bones is going to curl up and sleep with come on his stomach, his ass and his thighs, not to mention the way that they had both sweated all over one another.

"Gotta get outta these cuffs so we can kill 'em," Bones says without any real heat. He's too caught up in the aftermath of coming with Jim on top of him.

"I think that's the key on my table," Jim says before reaching a hand and grabbing it. After he slides the key into the lock, it pops open without any hesitation.

"If you knew it was there, why didn't you uncuff us?"

"Cause I like being tied to you? Next time, though, I totally want to tie you up."

"You already made the deal that I get to fuck you next time, so guess who gets tied up?"

"Deal."

~*~

One would have to be blind not to notice the way that the captain watches McCoy as he walks across the bridge and exits after giving his report. The grin on the captain's face coupled with the scowl on McCoy's face tells the story.

"Job well done, Lieutenant," Kirk calls out from his seat as he catches her watching them.

"Thank you, sir."

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